Aren't I a crafty wee devil?

Was anyone else as excited for this weekend to finally be here as I was? I kinda doubt it. Not sure if it's the medication I'm on or the commute or just life itself, but come Friday afternoon I was ready to drop. Dead asleep. At my desk, on the train, in the car, standing in line at a store...sleepytime tea ain't got nothin' on me. I was ready for bed before I even left it.

A definite highlight of the day was a lunchtime excursion to drop off some goods to one of my fellow WB gals, Corrie. She's also on this crazy TTC journey too (that's trying to conceive, not the Toronto Transit Commission - although the conceiving part is just about as reliable as the transit part) and is now the proud owner of my double supply of Pre Seed. That's sperm friendly lube, for all you newbs out there. Helps the boys in their swim upstream as opposed to the regular stuff that kinda traps them in a molasses-like, slow motion 'noooooooooooooooooo' kinda thang.

Since Hubs and I have to go from regular practice-makes-perfect baby making straight to assistance with drugs and a turkey baster, we don't really have much need for the Pre Seed. And since it's rather stupid expensive AND hard to find, I'm more than happy to share the proverbial wealth with those that can make better use of it than I.

And thus, Corrie and I came to meet at a Starbucks on Friday at 12:30.

This was a big deal for her - her first foray out of anonymity on WB. Fortunately she recognized me and waved me over, and there we were - two recently married 30 something gals addicted to a message board, trying to get preggers before our the batteries in our biological clocks rendered them completely ineffective.

May I just say, what a lovely gal that Corrie is. She's one of the wonderfully positive folks on WB and that totally translates into 'real life'. She was kind enough to comp my latte (a sure way into this diva's heart) and hand over a wonderful thank you card for my role as the lube mule. Delightful.

We chatted for well over an hour until we looked at our watches and realized oops - it was time to get back to work. We said our goodbyes and off she walked, Holt's bag in hand (like I was going to do the swap in a Loblaw's bag??). I wish she and her husband the very best in their baby making attempts as they head up to their cottage for a week's vacation. Hope this is your turn, girlie!!

So yeah, that was the highlight of my Friday. Work went well, kept me busy, and at 4pm I packed it in and headed home on an earlier train. I just couldn't make it any longer!!!

Hubs was there to get me of course, and since we were close to the highway, I asked him if we could head over to every crafty person's crack house - Michael's.

You see, I'm kind of a closet crafty person. Not super crafty, mind you - you'll never find my wares for sale in any shows or boutiques, hell, you won't even find my stuff in any garage sale - but enough to take on a project here or there that I can throw out if need be once it's done.

I'd decided that it was too challenging to find a piece of art for our bedroom, so I said to myself, 'self, you're crafty enough to make a go of this. Buy a canvass and use the leftover bedroom paint so the colours will match perfectly. Go forth and make abstract art.'

I love it when I get all energized like this. Whether I follow through or not is a completely different animal, but what can you do? So that's tomorrow's project, since it's supposed to be all crappy and rainy I figure I might as well express myself by throwing paint at a canvass. Sounds like a plan!! Watch out, Jackson Pollack, I'm coming for you!

The remainder of our evening passed quickly. We watched Casino Royale (meh - not great in my opinion) then went to bed. Yep, asleep before 11pm. Glorious.

Saturday brought blissful relaxation and the need to go absolutely nowhere. Sigh...I love these weekends. The kinds of weekends I would envision to keep me sane during the planning of our wedding/preparing to move. And now we're here, and I couldn't be happier.

So today, we took some movies back, returned library books, and perused the shops of our new hood's 'downtown core'. There's this one shop called Dragonfly that I've passed a thousand times and have never been in, and I was determined that today would be the day. And when I'm determined, things happen. Yes, they most certainly do.

Our first stop was a huge scrapbooking store so I could procure some cardstock and a few nice pieces of paper to further another crafty outlet of mine - not scrapbooking, fooled you there!! - but card making.

If you're on WB, you know there are a number of girls that are very talented when it comes to making custom made cards. I'm.....not one of them. And now I have proof.

I didn't do a bad job, but I didn't blow myself away either. I may post pics at some point, but since the card is for a friend who I've heard reads this blog from time to time, I'd rather she see it first, in person, before y'all. I'm sure you understand. Someday, my pretties.

As for the rest of the shopping trip, I must say we had great success with Dragonfly. Hubs was kind enough to purchase a princess mug and jewelery holder for me (I'm soooo spoiled!!) and we also picked up a very cool clock for our kitchen, a funky tin star for the bedroom and a number of other little acoutrements for the house. Ah...shopping is awesome!!

So that's the weekend so far. Hubs is on the phone talking to his parents inviting them over for dinner tomorrow - news to me!! - and we're waiting for our pizza to get here so we can watch 'Kiss Kiss Bang Bang' before we bid this Saturday a fond farewell.

Hope you're all having a lovely weekend. May you enjoy whatever sun you get, and make the most of the clouds/rain should they come your way, nudge nudge, wink wink.

I have a feeling I know what Corrie will be doing!!! Hehehehehehehehe....

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

Just a little off the top...

Today was a glorious day - I shed at least two pounds. The fact that it was two pounds of hair be dammed - I'm lighter now than I was this morning and that's what matters! hehe.

This evening I got to spend some quality time with one of my favourite people on my list of divafying groomers. Nah, scratch that - one of my favourite people full stop. David, my smashing hairdresser (www.hairbydavid.ca).

Now before you rush out to book an appointment (because I know you all take what I say as gospel and can't WAIT to get out there for some bliss of your own), you should know that he's not taking new clients evenings or Saturdays, but if you can swing a daytime appointment - like 4pm even - he'll be sure to hook you up. Tell him the diva sent you. He'll know what you mean - he stops off here from time to time!!

David is a pure delight. He's done wonders with my mop and a visit to him is always an escape from the 'real world' that awaits outdoors. And the fact that you have to pass a Starbucks to get to his salon is merely lactaid latte icing on a wonderfully fattening cake.

He's fun, talented, talkative, and fab-u-lous, my sisters. He was there for my wedding without question, styled all the girls beautifully, even my mom and DeeDee, and make sure that I had bling glued into my hair for that extra bit of sparkle on my big day. *tear* - does he know me, or what? *sniff* And his partner Peter - love him, too. A godsend on the day of the wedding, he helped with all the setup and managed to get the pen mark off my wedding dress without me knowing it had ever been there. Miracle worker, truly.

I know what you're thinking. Yes, you read it right - I had wee rhinestones adhered to my wedding day do with eyelash glue. Wanna make something of it?

Didn't think so... ;)

This evening was quite lovely and extra calming as it was just David and I - we had the place all to ourselves. The music was a bit mellow (in contrast to our usual Whitney Houston singalong hour), the conversation a bit deeper (my struggles with trying to conceive, his growing up in a religious household), and the hair - well, the hair. Of course I look fabulous.

He managed to spruce up my colour (trying to get back to something approaching whatever my natural hair colour is supposed to be, 'cause if we do get preggers no more hair colouring for me), and gave me a right sassy cut to fling me into spring. Short at the back, longer in the front on a forward sloping angle. Brings out my cheekbones, apparently. Now that I've lost a bit of weight it would appear that my cheekbones are starting to make a resurgence. Cool beans.

All in all, we passed a delightful two hours together. Hard to believe that I have to go two months between these pampering sessions - I surely deserve so much more than these sporadic brushes with pure girlie pleasure.

Then again, my Visa sure does appreciate the rest.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

Skin tag - I'm it

Well, another wild and exciting Wednesday has come and gone. What happened in my little world today - let's see, it was my first day on clomid (the happy pill that is supposed to make me ovulate - and bawl my face off at anything and everything), that miserable mofo Sanjaya is still on American Idol (could I BE any more pissed off!?!?!?), and I went to the doctor's office and had a miserable little skin tag removed from my neck/shoulder area.

Again, who wants to live my fabulous life??

So far so good with the clomid - no side effects to date, knock on wood, and though it's only day one, I'm hoping this good luck continues. As for the Sanjaya debacle, I don't even really want to talk about it. Okay well I do. Just a bit.

Let's simply say I'm so mad right now I could spit nails, to quote mom. Stupid American voting people. Grrr...... To top it all off, Hubs is delighted at this latest turn of events (the little bugger wasn't even in the bottom three) and I feel like if this keeps up, we'll be on the next Jerry Springer - "American Idol is ruining our marriage!!" Cue chair throwing here.

But by and large, the most fun of this regular, mundane Wednesday involved a wee bit of amputation. Goodie!

I have (I guess I should say had, now) a skin tag in that happy part of your body where your neck meets your shoulder. For those of you unaware of the fun that is skin tags, it's quite simply a strange extension of skin that sticks out somewhere on your body. Tiny, not dangerous in any way, completely innocuous, but a pain in the neck (literally) when the chain holding your lovely circle of life diamond pendant Hubs bought you for Christmas tries to strangle the life out of the little sucker. Or when hair wraps around it...and pulls. Ugh.

Wow...for some reason I'm making this all sound a little gross. Not sure how that happened, but alas. Here we all are.

Anyway, I was at the doctor last week for another matter and asked if it could easily be removed because it was catching on things and is quite noticeable now that my hair is shorter. They said sure thing, booked me for this afternoon, and we were good to go.

So I, the good, reliable, decent patient shows up not only on time but early. Don't want to waste a second of my doctor's precious time. How dedicated am I? I mean, really?

Too bad the good doctor doesn't share my sentiments.

I sat in that waiting room for 40 - count them, 40 - minutes. Thank goodness I had some excellent chick lit in my sassy A&F bag to keep me occupied, otherwise I would have been right bored, not to mention super ticked off sitting there for all that time.

So finally, FINALLY, my doc runs out, apologizes, and we're off.

Three and a half minutes later, I'm done. Walking towards the staircase. Whut? 40 minute wait for that? Yeesh.

Those three and a half minutes weren't too pleasant, I must say. Yes, I realize it's a wee little flap o' skin and not a full appendage but still....I was amazed at how much the local anaesthetic hurt going in.

No, I'm not a fan of needles, but I'm not inherently scared of them either. Hell, I prick my finger four times a day to test my blood sugar and shoot insulin into my belly every night - I can handle a needle stick.

But a burning prick jabbed into your neck? Not my idea of a fun way to spend 30 seconds! Ouch! I could feel tears burning my eyeballs and the whole time, all I could think was, 'why didn't they use the topical stuff? Why the needle? Why? WHY!?'

In all of my mental prep, I never thought they'd stick a freakin needle in me. I guess it's because I was thinking of the time we took DeeDee into the hospital to get her toe looked after and they put a topical solution on before they put a needle (two, actually) into her toe.

That's what I wanted, but no. Huge ouchie. I tell ya, I have new found respect for that kid and what she had to deal with during that whole toe thing.

Anyway, apparently I'm a big baby, but it's all done now. The freezing took effect, she snipped off the tag, on went the band aid, and I was finished. Insane.

I stopped off at the washroom on my way back to the office and laughed out loud at my reflection. I had a spot just larger than a pin head, and it was covered by the biggest band aid you've ever seen. Talk about overkill.

So I decided to use this to my comedic advantage. I got back to the office, and every time someone asked me what happened I'd just say 'vampires', and walk away. The looks on those faces were priceless. Kinda made up for the 40 minutes of waiting room boredom.

Ah, the mind. A terrible thing to waste on stupid humour.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?